Max tries to pull out, but...

The actual moment when she irrevocably became a woman was not as painful as Christine had been led to believe. It hurt, and she cried out softly at the sharp twinge that allowed Max deeper into her body, but after all she had been through, her deflowering was almost anticlimactic. The next hard thrust, the one where Max's manhood pushed deep into her hurt too, but after that Christine began to notice building waves of pleasure along with the discomfort of his member pushing past her torn membrane.

Although small compared to the other sensations flooding her body, the rough wall digging into the bare skin of her back every time Max thrust into her was irritating and painful. Christine was used to wearing only the softest robes and laying on sheets of the finest silk, she couldn't even remember the last time her bare skin had rubbed against something this rough. Especially now that her savior was deep inside her and beginning to move more earnestly.

Christine quickly processed everything she had heard from her married friends and ladies-in-waiting in regard to sex. She knew a woman could get pregnant from being intimate with a man, but she didn't really understand what that meant. Didn't they have to be laying on a bed? Or perhaps something happened when they fell asleep beside each other? After all, the maids always referred to it as "laying with a man" or "sleeping together". Surely there was no harm in seeing this through to its natural conclusion, whatever that meant. She just needed a better position so her back would not get chafed raw.

"I'm going to have to pull out soo-" Max stopped in surprise as Christine placed her hands on his shoulders and lifting herself up clinging to him with surprising strength. Less than a second later both her bare legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he instinctively reached around and grabbed her ass to help support her. He had planned on pulling out, but that was no longer an option even if he wanted to. Well, Lady Christine was intelligent, and a noblewoman; she knew what she was doing. Perhaps it wasn't the right time of month, or she was taking something to avoid pregnancy. At any rate, he definitely wasn't complaining.

Max had sex before, six times in fact with three different women so he knew a little of what to expect, but he'd never felt anyone this tight around his cock. The way she cried out that first time and her soft whimpers with each thrust after confirmed that he had reached Prince Henry in time. Some primal instinct made him want her even more ... it was he that had claimed her maidenhead, not that Bastard Prince or one of his vicious henchmen. He who opened her with care and passion, not some vile traitor who wanted nothing more than to defile and violate her purity. Judging by the way her muted cries were turning to gasps of pleasure, Max felt that Christine too understood the difference.

Christine wrapped her arms tightly around Max's neck, once again crushing her breasts against his chest. The new position relieved the discomfort on her back, but with all her weight on Max's thrusting rod she felt like she was being impaled like a suckling pig on a skewer. She leaned forward and bit into his shoulder to muffle her moans and gasps as Max resumed thrusting into her. God Almighty! It felt like her whole body was on fire!

Max's hands supported her and gently squeezed her ass as they shielded her body from being rammed against the wall. Christine could hear his labored breathing right next to her ear. Suddenly he stopped thrusting and grunted softly. He pulled her firmly against him as a warm liquid squirted inside her. Pulse after pulse of cum flooded her insides and with each one Max felt pleasure like he had never felt before.

They managed to escape the storage closet and make their way to the servants' quarters undetected, where Christine found a maid's dress. She was still in shock, but her fingers tugged at the ribbons that tightened the bodice of the borrowed dress. As petite as Christine was, she might have done better to find a child's dress to wear, but she would take what she could get. She could feel something dripping down her thigh, was it blood? Was she bleeding from where Max speared into her? A quick glance at Max's confirmed that he was still watching the door as she changed.

Max had turned his back politely so she could dress without him staring at her nude body - not that it mattered much now - but compared to the way Henry and his men had openly leered at her, Christine appreciated his efforts to do the right thing. She took advantage of his decency to lift her skirt and examine her thigh. There was a streak of blood clearly visible against the pale white skin, but most of the juices leaking from inside were almost translucent with a mother-of-pearl shimmer that glistened in the light of the small lamp.

"W-what happened back there?" Christine asked as she laced up the bodice of the simple dress. Nearly all her garments laced from the back and required a maidservant to help her dress; considering the abrupt change in her life, she began to see the advantages of a simple garment like this.

Max looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Lady Gerard?" He stared at her in confusion.

"In the closet, that thing we did..." Max was even more confused than ever, he thought Lady Christine had more experience than him, but now she seemed so young... and confused.

"We had sex." He was suddenly afraid. A common servant like him would be flogged if they were even caught just kissing one of the ladies of the court even if she was as willing as the man. He had just deflowered the Baron's only daughter, what kind of punishment would that earn him? "Do you regret doing it with a commoner?" And then, remembering her stifled cry when he first entered her added softly. "Or did I hurt you?"

"N-no, it's not that," Christine said hesitantly. "What was that warm fluid that you... shot into me?"

Max gawked at Christine as if she had grown two heads. Was she really that sheltered? Did her parents not teach her anything? "Th-that's my semen," he stated awkwardly. "Some men like to call it their seed, because that's how babies are made." He shouldn't have been the one to teach her about such things.

"Oh..." Christine flushed at her own ignorance. So that's how it was done. Her mother always told her that she could only have children once she was married ... now she didn't know what to think. Too embarrassed to ask if they had to be laying down; she decided to keep her mouth shut. Her father liked to say: Fools speak when they didn't understand, but wisemen listen. She tried not to think about where her father was or what Prince Henry might do to him when he discovered that Christine had slipped away.

She finished tugging the dress onto her slender frame and turned to study Max who was once again standing with his back to her watching the door. If not for his unexpected arrival, it would have been Price Henry's manhood that split her open and his tainted seed that filled her belly. It likely didn't make a difference, but she was glad that, in this one way at least, the Bastard Prince's plans were foiled and she did not fret about the consequences. After all, the chances of anything happening after just one time was probably slim. She would cross that bridge when she got there - for now at least she had more knowledge and knew to be more careful next time.